Thighbootguy

I thought I would start a new thread in this forum because, for me, wearing a skirt is a different subject than wearing boots or heels. This seem the appropriate forum.

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In trying to put my thinking on paper I need to get a few definitions out of the way:

Women’s clothing - The male and female form a re normally different and clothing manufactures have created clothing to fit both of these forms. ie. men’s and women’s clothing

Fashion - What society (which is an average) will accept as proper clothing. This is often different for each gender. Men’s fashion is traditionally more conservative in style and color where women’s fashion is not kept within the same bounds.

I have wrestled with the question of am I a cross dresser and I think it depends on your definition. If cross dressing is

1. Trying to be mistaken for another gender

2. Wearing clothing that are fashioned to identify another gender (for whatever reason)

3. Wearing clothing you like without regard to fashion (fashion freestyling)

I think I fall somewhere between 2 and 3.

I have been wearing thigh boots with flat and stiletto heels for several years because I like the look. I have started wearing leather skirts because I like the look and feel of the material.

I’m sure I will come back to this topic in further posts.

This weekend I took a trip to Portsmouth Ohio to help a friend with some repairs. For the trip I wore a tan baseball cap, blue denim high wasted jacket cut with an open V front, white knit plain front shirt, brown suede mid calf length skirt, and black leather thigh boots with 5” stiletto heels. The outfit is a combination I enjoy and it doesn’t look bad either.

I made several stops on the way to Portsmouth. First I stopped at a large Goodwill (thrift store) that I don’t often get to. Again the hardest step was getting out of the car, but I decided I really did like the look so out I went.

I walked into the store expecting heads to turn but they didn’t. I guess most folks noticed what I was wearing, but some really didn’t. Everyone seemed to be willing to let me dress as I liked without comment. I really was expecting looks (from double takes to stares) and comments but I got nothing. I wandered around but didn’t see anything I wanted so I headed back out which meant a walk down the long wide isle that lead to the door. To get out I had to go through a crowded doorway and walk across the parking lot back to the car. By this time I had all the confidence I needed and the walk was uneventful.

Next I stopped at a Sam’s club that I had never been to before. I got one double take from a manager type when I walked in but that was the end of the reactions. I walked all around the store looking for my stuff (new store and I had to look). I did get an occasional glance but again most folks didn’t pay any attention. When I got the checkout I got into the longest line. The register clerk was a young lady and as I was paying I said, “This is my first time in this store. Is this too much?” I was standing so she could see the whole outfit.

She looked me over and said, “No, it looks cute. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing special, I just like the look.”

We bid each other a good day.
Cute wasn’t the look I was going for but the comment was meant in the nicest way.

Next I stopped for gas at a pay at the pump station and no one notice what I was wearing.

When I got to Portsmouth I changed into jeans and flat heeled boots and pulled on a knit blue shirt and left the jacket in the car. My friend isn’t heels. We worked for a couple of hours and I headed back home.

We changed back into the thigh boots and skirt for the drive.

I stopped at Mjyers (Big grocery/department store) and picked up a few items then wandered around the store. I dot a little notice but very little. No one said a word or gave a second look.

When I got to the register I asked the clerk (young lady), “Is this too much?”

I got the generic, “Doesn’t bother me any”.

I pressed a little further, “If it wasn’t that a guy is wearing them, what do you think of the boots?”

And again I got the, “Doesn’t bother me any”.

I headed back out to the car and home.

I really enjoyed the trip and the look and I’m hoping to repeat it soon. Now I’m trying to figure out why I enjoyed it so much. I suspect there is a feminine side of me that is trying to get out. I know it is there and express itself when I paint or draw so expressing itself in my dress might not be too much of a next step.

silver

I think I've experianced the same feeling as you when I went into a shops in Vegas that catered for the TV scene. The shop assistants are used to that type of thing and I got comments that I really liked, like how sexy my feet looked in pumps and so on. What I'm saying is that it's nice to be able to live openly, without being rejected.

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Thighbootguy

Here is an image (my apologies for the quality) of what the clerk thought was cute.

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silver -

I don’t wear heeled boots and skirts anywhere near work. The folks there would not understand. But I am starting to enjoy wearing a skirt and thats the reason for this thread.

I would expect folks selling you something to complement you on how good you looked (and no doubt you do).

kirkules

I believe that we should be able to dress as we wish without fear of prejudice or ridicule. I enjoy wearing skirts and boots but feel exposed and unable to defend myself.
The only time I went out properly in my nice black ankle boots with a stilleto heel, I clop-clopped around the Co-Op shop and drew every-ones attention. Still, onwards and upwards. I try to practice what I preach. Next month (June 06) I am going to have a full make-over at my local beauticians in Carterton in Oxfordshire. My eyebrows will be reshaped and I will have full make-up and I will dress en-femme from head-to-toe including a strawberry-blonde wig when I leave. I shall let you all know what, if any reactions I get and if they are good or bad.

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Thighbootguy

Today I went to Bigg’s wearing a white top, blue denim jacket, black baseball cap, white hose, black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos, and a brown suede mid thigh length leather skirt. Either folks around here are willing to accept a guy dressed like this of this is so far over the top that people don’t know what to do.

I was there earlier in the day than I normally am and there were employees that had never seen me in thigh boots before. I got a couple of looks as I walked across the parking lot and into the store. I had an item to return so I had to get into the service desk line. No one even seemed to notice how I was dressed and no one made any comment at all. I had lots of time so I wandered all over the store. One fellow was looking for an item and I pointed out where it was. He seemed glad for the help (even from a guy in a skirt and boots) thanked me.

When I got to the register the clerk was someone I had never seen before. I asked her how the outfit looked and got a non committal smile which meant she really didn’t approve.

As I was leaving the lady at the exit door said the outfit looked “Nice”. I knew she had banged up her knee several months ago and I asked her how it was doing. She was pleased that I remembered and we bid each other a good day.

When I got back to the car and loaded my stuff into it, I decided to go back in and price some tires. I walked back across the parking lot and back into the store. The greeter asked if I had forgotten something and I told her I wanted to look at the tires. I wandered through the rack of tires until I found my car’s size and noted the price.

On the way out, I asked the greeter, who I knew, how I looked. She also said it looked “Nice”. I asked, If it wasn’t a guy wearing this, how would you read it?”

She looked me over again and said, ‘I still think it looks nice. I like suede.”

We bid each other good day and I walked out and back to the car.

The next stop was Radio Shack. I parked and walked across the lot and into the store. The clerk (young lady) was a little taken aback but she asked me if she could help anyway. She started treating me like a regular customer when she found out I wanted to buy something. None of the other customers in ht store seemed to care about a guy in a shirt and thigh boots.

Next I went to the thrift emporium (large thrift store). This is in a shopping center that has a store with mirror windows. I parked so I would have to walk by that store. This outfit does look good. I went into the store and started looking at skirts. Folks moved their carts out of the way so I could see all the stock. No one looked twice or said a word. When I walked through the shoe area I saaw a pair of boots that looked interesting. I pulled them off the rack and they were 9 West knee boots marked 10 ½. This is a little small for me but you never know until you try then on. I went over to the bench and sat down and took off one of my thigh boots. I tried on one of the 9 West boots and it was a little tight but it did fit and the shaft fit my leg like a glove. These were now my boots. I still had to take the boot off and pull my thigh boot back on. Remember I’m wearing a reasonably short skirt so this operation was not the easiest thing to go. I’m sure I had an audience but I didn’t notice.

As I was walking to the register one lady gave me a quick look over. I asked, “Too much?”

She replied, “If it’s your thing, do it good” and gave me a nice smile that I returned.

When I got to the register I found that everything was 20% of today so the boots cost me $3.60 (no kidding 9 West boots for $3.60).

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9 West boots


I asked the register clerk and the manager (they were together and I knew both of them), “If it wasn’t a guy wearing this, what would you think?”

Neither offered an opinion but the register clerk did say, “We see a lot of that in here”, meaning guys either buying or wearing women’s clothing. That comment explained a lot about the reaction I get in this store.

As I walked out of the store and down the sidewalk, I heard a wolf whistle behind me. Normally I ignore this but this time I turned and a and a young lady was hanging out of the store door and giving me a smile. I asked, “Really?”

She replied, “Oh Yeah!”

I walked back to the car in a good mood.

Next I went to the Art Museum but I wore shorts rather than a skirt so I’ll continue this on the Thigh Boots in Public thread.


kirkules -

Please don't go out and clop aroung, even in a full make-over. People will pick up on you discomfort and give you lots of negative feedback

Walking in heels takes practice, practice, and more practice. Don’t go out until you can walk with grace and confidence. It’s worth the effort to learn how to walk in them. The confidence you will project wil be returned as neutral to positive feedback.

kirkules

I enjoyed reading your story Thighbootguy and appreciated the good advice at the end. Put a smile on my face. I wore my knee length suede boots last night with a brown leather skirt. To help achieve a proper walk to go along with the nice clop of a high heel I squeezed the inside of my thighs together. This I found really helped with my posture and walking gait.
I shall be trying it for real next month when I walk out in public en-femme after my make-over. I am a little nervous but very excited. My wife is helping to build up my confidence with nice comments such as "You have got to be kidding me!" and "Hey Coco! Your nose has fallen off!"
She loves me, I can tell............ :D

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silver

Hey Thighbootguy, it's tru what you say about the store clerks complementing a person, but there's only 1 friend that knows I'm a TV and she never gave me good advice/comments except when I shaved my legs.

kirkules: lol, I like you comment at the end, it was funny.

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Thighbootguy

Tonight I went out for a walk wearing a sleeveless black shirt, black toreador jacket, long full black leather skirt, and my granny boots. The skirt came to the top of my boots.

The neighborhood is getting a little busier so I may have to do something differently, besides its getting too warm for a long leather skirt.

Nothing exciting happened. I just thought I’d post something saying I was still at it.

Kirkules -

Thanks for the kind words. I didn’t know if the advice was needed or would be taken as good intention. I think your term “clopping around” must be an overstatement.

Your wife sounds like one of a kind. I know many that would be giving advice by swinging a frying pan.

kirkules

As promised, I shall tell you how my day went yesterday, 2nd June, going out into public for the first time, proper after a makeover.
My beautician gave me a wonderful two and a half hour experience. She manicured my nails and gave them a French Manicure. She reshaped my eyebrows again, this time though a little more feminine than usual, and she also coloured my eyelashes dark brown. I showed her the colour of my outfit, very autumnal with tan brown leather skirt, dark brown hippy style top, black two and a half inch knee boots, black hold-ups (hose?) and a strawberry blonde wig.
Once my make over was done, I dressed into my outfit and my hairdresser then reshaped my wig for me. She feathered the front a little and gave it a good brush. It was now time for me to take that step out into the hussle and bussle of downtown Cartoontown in Oxfordshire, a very male orientated town served by a military air station. I was starting to feel very nervous. The palms of my hands started to sweat. My wife told me to be calm, walk tall and to walk on the line.
This was it. The exit to the salon beckoned. Would people stop and stare at me? Would aircraft fall from the sky? Would the Seven Riders of the Apocalypse appear? :o
I walked out into the sunshine with my sunglasses on and my head tall. Suddenly, five young lads about twelve years of age walked towards me. Would they realise that the tall Amazonian beauty walking towards them was actually a man? They didn't bat an eyelid. I walked around half the town, walking the line, head back, my heels clop-clopping. No one payed me any attention. I did it! I was a woman in society. :D
My wife and I went to visit some friends after that. They had not met me dressed up as Kirsty. They were cool with it. We had a good laugh and they treated me like a lady, even giving me a new handbag. I drove home, a journey of sixty six miles. I felt really comfortable. I can only hope now that I can continue with this while in Germany.
Onwards and upwards. Coco can have his nose back now.....!!

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Nigel

Wow,

I bet the town did not know what hit it! I am so very glad that it is all going well for you, Germany will be just as much fun.

I was wondering if you could either post a pic of yourself as Kirsty (in heels of course) or if you are shy, email me one.

I think I am the only one here that has met you, It means a great deal to me to know that you are addressing your desires and needs, there seems to be quite a few 'wanna be's' and here are you living the dream, good for you.

Drinking cider in the sun is no good though, I have only just got the Coco Joke.

I am going to have a sleep now.

Nigel.

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